The delicious scent of the forest.
The drops of pearl that blossomed
Guarded by the majesty of the mountain itself
In the comforting shelter of the trees.
Very still and very quiet
To move, for the dream might end.
To speak, for the sound would shatter the serine and beautiful silence.
To exhale for the movement of air is enough to scatter the birds from the trees.
The dawn unfold in glowing brilliance
In awe and wonder, so as not to disrupt the magic.